District 12 only relishes having ~No tributes~ ( puppy)

Sarah Paul

My dark green eyes roam around, sparkling dangerously, the dank and dirty ground of district twelve as I walk through it's disgusting streets that I have lived in since I was born. That all of us here have lived in since we were all born. Well, except for the peacekeepers. They were born in the capitol as complete jerks that didn't know the meaning of kindness. Actually, a lot of this disgusting district is like that. Everyone is looking for a fight, to find some reason to bring someone to a peacekeeper and laugh at their pain. My eyes swivel menacingly around the streets as I try to see if there is any danger that could possibly be around. I hear shouting coming from somewhere, a scuffle most likely. I run over to see what is happening and is surprised.

At first I thought a peacekeeper must have showed up. This always happen when one of them pops seemingly out of nowhere into our lives and ruin it completely. Once, one of my friends had been walking around quickly before walking past a peacekeeper. Somehow, completely out of nowhere, the peacekeeper's shoe appeared out of nowhere in front of my friend and he tripped over it. The seemingly mad peacekeeper had gotten a fleck of dirt on his pristine white boot and told my friend to lick it off. My friend complied, angrily though, but even though he licked the peacekeeper's boot clean, the peacekeeper said he hadn't done it well enough. What happened next, well, let's just say I was at his side as we brought him to a healer. The peacekeeper had him whipped and some of the scars still wrap around my friend's arms today and send shivers down my spine.

In my mind I wish I had just walked a bit faster to get home to my little sisters, my mother, and my picture of all the hot victors like Mace Emberstatt. But no, instead my restless body walked towards the cries of horror like the good district citizen I am. I am on the lower end of what I call "the scale" of people in this district. A lot of people go looking for fights with each other and peacekeepers, trying to tear themselves apart for whatever reason. Money, enjoyment, or just the adrenaline that distracts us from our weariness we all hold in us. A few men were lifting themselves up to face a person. They grab at his arms and I know a scuffle is starting. I rush up towards the people in the scuffle and quickly hit quite a few of the men in the head, startling them, before grabbing the person's hand and looking into his eyes. My dark green eyes glittering menacingly at the people who had attacked him, I say angrily, "Come on. Before these loser's get back up." I see they are already starting to stir from their mass on the ground. Their hungered bodies moving around on the ground like they are getting up from some kind of deep sleep. I pull on the boys hand again as the first few get to their feet. "Come on." I say, my legs starting to move, carrying me towards the end of the alleyway we were in. I didn't stop to see if the person who I had saved was coming or not. If he wanted to stay and fight the people who were most certainly going to take him to a peacekeeper and make up a reason to have him whipped, I didn't care.